Why Home Postal Delivery Matters
September 22, 2011
Keta Steebs writes a must read. (As usual.)
Farm kids that we were, living eight miles from town with little money for even 20-cents-a-gallon gas, our crabby mailman was our main contact with the outside world. Never once did our bad-tempered but reliable carrier let his ’36 V-8 with its bald tires and leaky oil pan fail to make its appointed rounds.
The thrill letters from our well-off city relatives gave us will be remembered every time that familiar blue suit approaches our homes. How else would we have heard of streetcars and 10-story buildings and pizza deliveries?
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